[COMMISSION] Surprises and never looking back
This is a commission for DemonSoulz on FA, and it's terribly late, and for that I apologise. It was a delight to work on, and I kept tinkering with it until it was perfect, which I feel like I've obtained. Here's to his, and you enjoyment of the piece.
The sensation of transference was always a curious one, but by now Soul was used to it. The world that he knew fell away, and was replaced with the world of not-imagination. Mix in a bit of magic with technology, and you can do almost anything. When dragons realized that their magic was enough to sustain creation, as opposed to needing a long term spell, Pandora's box really did open the world right up. With endless possibilities, and theoretically limitless power, of course the world would waste it on...
...Well, he couldn't exactly say that he was helping. Blue hands roamed around the pit of a fighter aircraft, turning knobs and flicking switches. To the uninitiated it was impenetrable but to he it was just muscle memory. In the real world, he sat floating in the middle of his room, an empty space wide enough that he couldn't reach out and touch something even if he had tried (No one wanted to break an arm by smashing it into a bookcase they couldn't even perceive.) It wasn't that he needed the space in a game like this, but he never could quite be bothered with moving everything back and forth when all he wanted to do was relax! The experience, the game envisioned that space travel was possible, but also that warfare would take place in it, by means of massive vessels that defended themselves with fighter aerospace craft. The engines roared behind him, and with a twitch of a corner of a lip, Soul flicked down the gleaming reflective visor of his helmet. His heart fluttered with a few firm beats, ready for the excitement of flight not provided by his own wings. Ryuu, on the other team was going through the same procedure, in his own cockpit. The stage was set then. Help his team win, scratch Ryuu's score off the sky and extract... Well, to be honest he'd probably be satisfied with finally being a sore winner for once. He hadn't even wanted to challenge his friend, he'd just wanted to fire up the game and test out his new (latex) flightskin he'd painstakingly created and replicated, and desperately threw out the idea so Ryuu wouldn't know in the lobby!
The alarms all around sounded, air sucked out of the bay. Some NPC voiceover spoke about how important the mission was and blah blah blah, he just used the countdown time to tighten the belts across his body and huff away the hint of fluttering warmth in his belly at how the increase in restriction made the olive drab yet still very much latex creak, and how it reminded him of that story he read onc-- Crack! The E-Rails fired his, and twenty other player's ships into the cold void of space, where the scene of a whole battle unfolded, crisscrossing hulls and shapes of other destroyers all fighting it out. Escort their bombers to the enemy carrier, sink it, win. Then, figure out what he wanted. It was as impressively spectacular as it was visually overloading, with so many bright and hot flashes of colour mixed in with stiff lines and shimmering effects. Roll on the stick left. Roll on the stick right. Heavy right paw to get the flaps fanning out in incredible fashion. Someone called him a show-off. You're god-damned right. Eyes turned to the middle display between his legs, the high, fur tight collar creaking and restricting his movement as it did, a little lipbite. Okay, maybe that wasn't such a good idea, it was terribly distracting. The team was just beginning to spread out, each little fighter and his three or four friends each hunting their own piece of real estate, taking the lead or meekly following behind. A thumb flicked the plastic safety catch off of his trigger, the guns already warmed up, eyes beaming left and right, searching for the flicker of a craft, the change in shape.
And Soul got one, only much closer than he expected. In the three kilometre stretch of space between him and the next obstacle suddenly bore witness to an explosion of light and heat. A wide silver aerospace craft sat in the fading shimmering, sparkling blue off its various edges and ends, fierce angular curves marking the instantly recognizable. Equally as recognizable as it's vicious beauty was Ryuu's personal paint job, he put it on every ship he owned. A Steller Eagle?! Where in the blazing hell did he get one of-- So unexpected, so unprepared for such a sight, Soul had but the time to watch, as the pair of over-under Accelerators let loose upon his Streaker. The blue bolts impacted instantly but the particle effects remained bright for a half second or so before fading. Babang. Babang. Babang. Babang. The backlighting failed, casting his blue in a red light, and the canopy cracked, explosions rolling from nose to tail of his fighter.
"E-C-S, Failure. Isolater, Failure. Fire, Left Drive. Fire, A-P-U. Hydraulics, Failure--" the computer spat at him, as Soul watched his three would-be wingmen blast the Steller into pieces, pounding it with missiles and Accelerators, but the damage was already done. Tumbling out of control, the impressive visuals turned into a soup of bright and dim colours spiraling out of control. His latex suit creaked as the Gs pressed him back against the seat. Half his instruments were just out and the other half were all bad news, without the Isolator his fighter had re-entered the realm of normal physics, and that meant that he was now tumbling down towards the atmosphere and a fiery demise (And a special medal for going down with the ship, not that he could think of that at the moment). He could barely move! And all to the tune of a rapidly beeping warning tone and a siren on an intermittent on-off cycle. His eyes clenched shut, but-- He'd been shot down before, it was part and parcel of the experience but this was different, he was entirely helpless and he was thinking about that. He'd have shaken his head at himself if he could so much as twitch! Eyes opened once again. Temperature in the combustible tank was reaching autoignition and even the computer had given up hope, replacing the text on the one good screen left with EJECT. With an exclamation point before, and after. He pushed his tailtip through the ring on the floor, the expanding girth of the appendage pulling the lever and fired the ejection system, entire cockpit section jettisoning from the stricken fighter.
Soul had but a moment to contemplate the consequences of being propelled away from a spinning top at very fast before the game took him out of it, his pod vanishing and emerging in some of pocket dimension where its movement stopped, it dissolved and left the blue dragon standing on nothing but a floor he knew to be there without any physical indication of its existence, where he could watch the rest of the battle unfold. And he was panting , jaws apart and drawing in deep gulps of air, outfit of smooth and absolutely form fitting latex rising and falling across his chest, a hand rising to touch across it. Wow, he'd been killed before but this was the first time he'd ever felt so... So... It was a rush, an exhilarating, indescribable feeling of... Of... Of... Something! He felt something! Two, three more deep breaths and he was back to normal, as normal as he could be with his furtight latex suit tented dangerously from his erectio--
His what pressing against the creaking material was as shocking a revelation as the voice of Ryuu from behind him barking out in laughter at what he'd managed to accomplish. In the moment he'd forgotten friends in the same match could enter each others end game lobbies and he turned around dumbstruck with his erection still pressing at utterly tight confines of his suit! Not only had his ambitious lack of underwear left him quivering with embarrassment it also provided him no protection from the smooth, tight feeling of the suit pressing against his bulge which refused to subside even in the physical presence of his best friend. Even his tensing for a burst of howling laughter seemed in vain for it simply never came. Equally as blue but with yellow horns and fuzzy stripes on the upper arms (His best and definition feature, if he did say so himself, and why he never wore a shirt without the sleeves ripped off of it in any game), Ryuu approached with a chuckling tut-tut-tut and as overconfident as ever, and just slightly taller, propping a hand beneath Soul's chin, inclining his head to force eye contact, embarrassingly humiliating arousal passed over for the moment.
"Didn't expect that, did'cha!" he barked out between fits of smug giggling. "A-blam-blam-blam and the Streaker is gone!" Absolutely mortified by his situation and presentation, caught in practically underwear and erect to boot, Soul was again frozen to inaction, allowing Ryuu to continue the taunts that he only wish he was brave enough to fire off. The how, what and where of the situation within the simulation was discarded in the heat of the moment, while his horned friend enjoyed the taste most sweet of victory. He would have rebutted by now, tried to explain away the mistakes that led to this point, but Soul had nothing. To jump a Steller Eagle into the enemy spawn for a single surprise kill was so utterly foolish and stupid and wasteful that you just didn't see it happen, but in doing so Ryuu had ensured that Soul would never outscore him, one kill to nil, even if he died in the process. In light of his slack-jawed silence, Ryuu's attention shifted, enthusiasm for the gloating wisping away into vapour. The lifted incline of Soul's snout should have more easily exposed the release clasp on the collar of his flightsuit, but no such one existed, and it was painfully obvious, just like the tent down below. Soul stood there, frozen, colour coming to his cheeks as it all fell into place for his best friend, who's smile only broadened.
The other hand came up, and traced a line over his cream furred chest hidden below, the telltale squeeeeeeak of fingernail on latex sounding in the air between the two. "Oh," came Ryuu's whisper. "Is that this why you were so eager to get rid of me earlier?" Somehow having the reality of what he'd done spoken aloud make it more embarrassing but that only seemed to make the latex bulge strain a little harder. Silently, Soul nodded his head against the digits holding it pointed upright, guilty as hell. Again unlike his expectations, Ryuu didn't even seem phased. "I mean, jeez, you could have told me you were into this stuff, it ain't like you've not seen my collection before," So smoothly, the hand not cupping his jawline slide down his smooth olive suit, digits tracing downwards until they happened upon his quivering tent. Grope. The gasp that escaped his maw impossible to contain, overwhelmed by embarrassment and sheer humiliation that this had happened on an evening he'd just planned to enjoy himself privately with some terrible thoughts and his favourite game, now Ryuu knew and he was just so--
"I don't know if I agree with this colour, though," his friend mused aloud, hand still resting upon the creaking latex wrapped bulge that was Soul's throbbing arousal. The colour? That was what was wrong with this situation? The colour of the latex he'd tried to secretly kink about in? "The light just comes off it all wrong, that's half the fun, isn't it?" Soul hesitantly nodded, going along if it meant he would skip the mocking and jeering and skip right to the logging out and disappearing from the world entirely stage of the happenings. But all it took was a little rub of that blue paw upon olive drab latex and as if he were utterly powerless, he couldn't help but roll his hips a bit, grind back into the touch to draw the sensation. Ryuu... was into this, he had quite the collection of gear, he'd stumbled upon it once or twice while he visited...
"I have the real thing, you know. All you have to do is ask..."
Another little rub of that hand right there was all he needed to ensure that Soul did.
Working out the specifics was not difficult. The memories were rich and hot in his mind, playing over and over and over again as they had been overnight in his dreams. Twisting and rolling and turning as subconscious imagination wound his mind around meaningless plots and senseless goings-on. The smoothly fitted, creaking dreams continued, the way the latex suit creaked around him as he tried to move both in a stricken cockpit and a chair he'd been bound to, like that one video. But his urgency in sleep was missing in person, replaced with a low level anxiety that he couldn't quite quell. All to experienced with such emotion, he'd narrowed it down to the humiliation of the night previous. Being caught with his metaphorical trousers down. The way his best friend had wasted no time in touching, exploring, intimately in a way he'd never expected to, never thought of between them.
"Stop, one hundred, and twelve. Williamson, Street. Passengers for the Brooke line, disembark here." The recording in the bus wasn't needed for him to get here any longer, this trip was as almost as common as waking up in the morning, the length of time it would take burned into his mind, the sight of the surrounding buildings, that one wooden construction fence that stayed up for years and years without a buyer, and the way this old street stop never matched with the bus like the rest. The cobblestone footpath worn smooth from centuries of foot traffic led Soul the rest of the way right, hands roaming over pack and bag and inventory pockets to make sure nothing had been left behind. The ring of the doorbell emulated a bell as it always had, as if to toll for years of study wasted, and now, to seemingly toll for the innocence of their friendship. But one look through the door camera and Ryuu had it unlocked remotely for his partner in crime as he had numerous times before, but unlike all those, Soul entered with a sense of trepidation and the back of neck fur rose up.
Clack!
Ears perked and eyes widened and tail coiled and legs leapt as a foam dart sailed out of the air and bounced off his chest. A stricken yelp echoed across all six surfaces off the small lobby and spiral staircase, and it was followed soon thereafter by a sharp, short chuckle, Ryuu hopping the second floor balcony fence and gliding his way down with a dart blaster in hand and a wicked smirk. His surprise victory were somewhat deflated by the two quarter strength punches and a kick and a couple of choice words for the fright! The verbal implication that he was jumpy was met with another for good measure, but for it to dissolve into laughter, a joke between friends of a long, long time.
"I didn't know what to bring, so I just brought the unit and--"
Ryuu cut him off, swiftly pushing out his hands and taking the shoulder bag from Soul and gently placing it in the corner, indication that he should do the same with the backpack. "Nah, nonsense, no rest but for the wicked! Come on, we got -years- of things to catch up on!" Soul felt the heat across his cheeks, envisioned the all too visible discolouration of his cheeks while Ryuu turned and bounded up the stairs leaving him but to follow as quick as he could. Wings and tail and stripes led him to the master bedroom and the wide empty space between the door and all the other furniture seemingly cramped and compacted against the far wall. Right there were the cupboards with the mirror sliding doors, most mundane, one not so much.
The door clicked shut behind him, in the flash of memory and realisation of what had brought him here, Ryuu had doubled back, slipped behind him and shut the door, turning the crank of the lock and unleashing a soft breath of air across the back of Soul's neck. "It's close, but transference isn't quite reality," came the soft whispers, setting the mood. "You thought that flight suit was good, lets get you into the real thing, huh?"
The real thing. He swallowed, mouth suddenly dry. Trepidation, nervousness, worry, all for Ryuu to just lay it out without a care in the word for what the other thought. His silence were taken as an affirmative, and the vibrant yellow striped dragon took the lead, a palm in the back urging him forth, to the furthest mirror pane. In a flash, Ryuu had it open, shut and turned with a box of... latex gloves, not unlike the kitchen sets beneath his sink. Soul's head quirked questioningly, drawing a pause, and then an ah!
"It ain't like pornhub, ya know? Can't just type in kidnapped latex and get whatcha want!" The blush defeated by movement earlier returned in full force, and his hands rose when beckoned once more. "Fingers together, there we go..." his friend cooed reassuringly like a man to a dog, pulling one white glove free of the box, the latex so thin it was a little transparent. Kitchen gloves were always a pain to get on, sometimes they pinched his fur or his claws would accidentally saw and weaken them, but this was not the case now. The white dust of powdered lubricant eased the transition so much it was like a warm pair of winter gloves rather than a piece of form fitting latex, and form fitting it was! Past the momentary realisation that it was very slightly more difficult to move his fingers than it had been before, the subtle creaking and distortions of his colour through the glove made up for the wait. Once Ryuu moved to the other hand, he rolled and flexed and twisted the glove about, listening to the sound, feeling the texture hug his palm tightly, securely. A shiver, just a glove and he was right, the simulation left out so many little finer details he didn't even know existed.
Now fully gloved, Ryuu cupped both hands in his and rubbed the gloves against one another, showing off just different it was than what the simulation had led him to expect. Instead of touch and almost lock up with friction, they slid off one another like slippery water. "Get your shoes off for me, will you?" Soul had barely even completed the hesitant little nod before he'd bent over, collapsing a knee to untie his shoelaces without even considering the connotations. Down here, his eyes were aware of Ryuu's socked toes facing the cupboard, focus on his laces to find--
That his fingers couldn't even grip them, let alone find purchase to undo the knots. His heart skipped a beat and heat flushed through him, feeling the same way he had in the cockpit. He couldn't -do- something, no matter how he fumbled and fat fingered at the laces, he might as well not have even had hands for how useful they were. His companion were all too aware of the situation. "Bit slippery huh?" Soul opened his jaw to respond but couldn't think of something, anything to defend himself with or explain what was happening, this was entirely new territory and it showed plain as day. Not exactly helping to get him back on course directly, A smooth, latex wrapped glove cupped the back of his hornless head and eased Soul's snout down to the floor, dropping to all fours to go where his head went. "Alright, give me those hands," another whisper, another warm breath on the back of his neck. Gripped on both wrists, suddenly there was nothing stopping his snout from descending the rest of the way to the carpet and the socked, splayed toes of Ryuu's footpaw, which his nose slipped right into.
So subtle and yet so quick his first breath was absorbed right into the soft, warm fabric and the soft scent that came with it. Far from unclean the smell was almost sweet, just a hint of spicy sweat. All of a sudden, his trousers felt tight around his gender with none of the creaking the latex the last time it had happened. The soft musky scent went straight down between his legs while Ryuu undid his shoelaces and pried his wide bottomed sneakers off his toes and socks.
snnnnnf.... Snnnnnnffhhh... shhffnnnnn... The touch across his bulge was almost familiar by now, but it felt so much more real , so much more there, as was the little damp point at the very tip. All he had to do was kneel there, drawing in and building his own arousal with each quivering breath while Ryuu took his clothes off piecemeal. Cheeks flushed bright beet red, not just naked but achingly exposed and doing nothing more than curling his tail half down to protect his decency.
"Like it down there?" Ryuu posed rhetorically, angling the foot in question, sole exposed for Soul to "Lick."
He did and the subtle taste was surreal, like nothing he thought it would have been, the possibility that it might have been a foul taste only came to mind after the order and obedience had come first, arousal blindly leading the rest of his body. Throb. But there was a sudden tugging around his balls, one that made him flinch and his snout retract, emitting a confused, contorted sound. The sensation was entirely unpleasant and surprising and enough to jerk him out of his submissive daze, shuffling to escape the feeling though not before a soft yet solid click were followed by a gentle thudding he could feel right over his cock. His now caged cock. Before he could raise so much as a what are you doing, Ryuu gave him the answer.
"Trapped and helpless right? I wouldn't want you to ruin the fun by blowing too early." He was right, if it weren't for the cage and Ryuu being -right- there, he'd probably have already started to feel himself up and Soul was notoriously bad at that kind of self control. Even now he couldn't help but explore the surface of the tight metal cage that found itself hooked over his orbs and firmly locked and attached over his straining spire, the gloves sliding over it without so much as a hint of friction. The moment would be broken by the other blue dragon, a palm sitting in the middle of his chest to push him upright and kneeling, head rolling up away from those musky socks and that glimmering silver cage and put his attention squarely on the opened back catsuit that was positioned readily for arms, legs and the rest of his body to follow. He'd seen these in pictures Soul had, the skintight thick latex dress he'd tried to emulate in the game, but this was real beyond his wildest imagination and Ryuu was helping him into it without a second thought, no time for second guessing, led into the gap by his throbbing caged cock instead of his head, and he didn't even care.
The strain of needing to be hard and met only with the restriction of the metal cage stood at the forefront of his thinking, even as caged gender became little more than a bulge in the shiny sleek black material, arms fed through the holes, his legs turning each in turn to slip in, take up his kneeling pose with lower and front upper half lightly compressed by the unholy shine of its surface. Throb. Powerful, as subtle as a house brick through plate glass, the creaking of it only rivaled by how easily it had slipped over his form. The hidden zipper pulled up against his back made it truly skin tight, but only missing the headpiece, that draconic mixture of feline and real dragon traits hidden beneath, eyes and head turning to follow the rubber mask as Ryuu's barefeet padded across the soft carpet. His entire body quivered, arms and legs wiggling on occasion to feel the sense of constriction, to hear the subtle creaking of the material wrapped so tightly around him. It really was so much better than the simulation, the pretend, the real thing was unbearably good, he wanted to touch, stroke, spurt inside it with all his might, but the padlocked cage was hidden beneath the object, the fixation of his lusts, and were completely inaccessible and unnoticeable, save for the null bulge of his rubber covered groin. Soon, that was the only thing he could sense, loud and tightly pulled creaking and joined with soft rubber screeching surrounded and took control of every sense, every thought and every second.
Ryuu had covered his blue snout in a hood, filled his jaws with a hollow cylindrical intrusion that he couldn't stop from drooling through. There was a click and a thud he felt more than heard, a lock and all it's tumblers sealing and the weight of it left to drop and bounce off the back of his neck. The world was nothing more than inky impenetrable blackness, his hearing nothing beyond his own heart beating and the outer rubber latex creaking with each stiff movement. He swore he could hear his erection desperately trying to get hard within the cage.
Ryuu's had no such trouble, not even when it penetrated his maw, his slick rubber fuckhole, needing but a gentle grasp around the back of what once was Soul's head to hold it at the optimal angle for his thrusts to work into, for his pre to streak and shoot down the back of his mouth, trickle down his throat. Breathing was difficult, not because of the dick being wedged back and forth, but because of the hot sweaty sock scent had had been draped over the nostril holes to stop any sign of his colour from breaking through the catsuit that now was his body, until Ryuu let him out.
"nnnmgh... I'm never letting you out." He proclaimed, at the peak of rapidly approaching orgasm. The fuckhole tightened of its own accord, the suit doing its best to pleasure its master. Soul could do nothing as he was used, every breath tainted and filled by Ryuu's scent. The slick rubber made it the best oral that the dragon had ever had and it wasn't long before his grip on the back of Soul's head grew firmer, forcing the latex-covered dragon's muzzle down his cock.
The feeling of that, of the hard grasp and the length in his maw, made the cage feel tighter still. Soul's arms and hands rubbed at the covered bulge, squeaks and creaks filling the air as he did so. The end of his nose pressed against Ryuu's crotch, the sock falling off as he moved but the sweaty scent was immediately replaced with the musky one of the dragon's sheath. That was quickly less of a concern as Ryuu threw his head back, a loud moan sounding through his house as his length throbbed, Soul intimately able to feel it. The standing dragon's tip pressed against the back of the latex fuckhole, an opening at the end. The purpose of that quickly became apparent as Ryuu climaxes.
The dragon's thick cum shot against the back of his throat, the latex letting the seed run down his throat in spurts. It was difficult to breathe and he tried to pull his head back, only for the dragon's hand on the back of his skull to stop him. He had to simply take it, feeling the hot seed roll down this throat. There was a hint of the taste as well as Ryuu slowly let his shaft slide free of the rubber sheath. A mixture of Soul's saliva and Ryuu's cum dripped from his pried-open muzzle. "With oral like that, you're never getting out of that suit," Ryuu snickered.
Soul moaned softly, reaching up with his useless hands to feel the lock on the back of the hood, covering the zipper for the catsuit as well. With it on, there was no way out of the latex. Blind as Soul was, he was surprised when the sock suddenly reappeared, this time sliding down his muzzle. Ryuu's scent filled his nose again, this time mixed with the smell of cum as more of his seed drooled into the fabric covering his muzzle.
"Bit of magic in there," Ryuu said, patting Soul's hooded head. "The more you experience my taste, my scent, the more you'll crave it. Soon it'll be all you want, all you need. Of course, the chastity stays on."
Soul moaned, cock throbbing acutely in the tight cage beneath the rubber. He could already feel, or thought he could feel, the changes happening through his mind as he breathed in through the sock. Every time he inhaled, it seemed to make the chastity tighter, the dragon needier. He wasn't even aware of his hands moving but suddenly they were between his legs again, rubbing and trying to get enough sensation through the cage for it to really matter. The small bulge in the front of the latex was hardly even recognisable as his cock, which throbbed and ached inside its metal prison
"That won't help," Ryuu remarked, reaching down himself to give that little bulge a squeeze. Soul moaned thickly at that, trying to grind against the hand but it was gone all too soon, and he resumed rubbing himself. He wanted to cum so badly but even the possibility of becoming hard was denied to him. There was a clicking sound, almost inaudible through the hood, and Soul felt a tugging sensation around his neck.
He blindly reached up, feeling a leash or something connected to a ring at the front of his throat. "Come on," Ryuu said, loud enough to be heard. Soul stumbled to his feet, hands out in front of him as he blindly followed Ryuu, stull fixated on the aching cage. Ryuu didn't let him collide with anything, leading the latex-clad dragon through his home, right to the bedroom. Holding the leash at an angle so Soul would think that he was still leading him, Ryuu smiled as Souls' knees collided with the bed.
The dragon fell forwards, mittened paws catching himself and sinking into the mattress. "All the way," Ryuu murmured, placing a hand between Soul's shoulders and forcing his top half against the bed. The rubber dragon moaned again into the sleeve in his muzzle as his cage ground against the bedcovers, immediately trying to grind and hump against the softness.
It wasn't that much of a surprise when there was a tugging sensation beneath his tail, then cool air playing over the fur there. He did jerk in surprise as a cool finger touched his tailhole, gently slipping inside with the help of the lube coating Ryuu's finger. The throbbing in the cage seemed to jump tenfold as Ryuu seemed to press against his prostate, Soul wheezing gently as he saw stars. The desire to cum was so strong it seemed to block everything else out. The thought of getting out of the cage, out of the rubber, was no longer as appealing as it had been, every breath that Soul took moving through the sock over his muzzle.
Ryuu added more lube to his new toy's ass several times before moving behind him, his length already hard again. Soul squirmed at the feeling of fur and weight against his legs and ass. As Ryuu pressed into his tailhole, Soul moaned, feeling a rush of pleasure and...contentment? He was greedily breathing in Ryuu's scent, his cock aching in the chastity, and he wondered just how long it would be before he didn't want to leave at all... Those thoughts were lost with Ryuu's first thrust.